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How I will always remember these wedges and now this shirt.

I just happened to wear them out for our anniversary dinner in Charleston, exactly one week before Major was born. Now, every time I wear these wedges, I'm taken back to that warm night, when we took pictures around the city, ate key lime pie, and skipped an after-dinner walk because I was exhausted and regretful for wearing them.

For the shirt, I've worn it a bajillion times and yet it brings no memory or story to mind. It's just a shirt. One I love, and now wore that first day in March and blogged about.